Several years ago I started riding a bike. At first. I thought it was only a 1 ride. But as I built up strength， my friends encouraged me to try some longer 2 . The first one to come along was a 150—mile journey， an event held every year that 3 money to fight cancer.
When I signed my name， the 4 seemed great — to support a worthy cause while going for the 5 — and I trained with great excitement. But as the time for the ride approached， my 6 gained ground over my endurance （耐力）. I didn't really want to 7 all those miles for two days straight.
The ride began on a Sunday morning in the Georgia countryside， 8 for the first few hours I felt wonderful. This was just the 9 I had imagined， and my spirits were 10 .
But by the end of the day， I felt tired. I was sure I'd have to 11 .
As I topped the hill， the nice sunset 12 me going for a few minutes more. Then in the distance， I 13 a lone rider riding very slowly. I 14 that the person looked different in some way， but I couldn't tell why. I managed to 15 . There she was， riding slowly but steadily， with a 16 smile on her face—and she had only one leg.
My focus 17 at that moment. I'd been doubting my body for a whole day. But now I knew — it wasn't the body， but the 18 that would help me reach my goal.
It rained all the second day. I 19 saw the one—legged biker again， but I pushed on without complaining. And at the end of the day， still feeling 20 ， I completed the 150th mile.
